Yesterday drove the four hours up the road to Penn State University, dragging our diminutive pianist, Dr. Marc Irwin with me. Sadly, I always have an idea in my head of what I think a college show should be like.
It's years of frat party movies and Girls Gone Wild videos and Playboy's Hottest Co-ed issues and, well, yes, actually having been to college.
And despite years of having done show after show at college after college, hoping hope against hope against hope...
...the reality never quite lives up what I've been expecting. Tonight was no exception.
And, no, I haven't found my camera memory chip. Why do you ask?